Don’t think I’ll forget
the way you spoke the things said
distant, reticent.
Pleas fell on deaf ears
like tears on comfortless sheets,
drowning me in grief;
today I feel fine,
and yet I still ask myself
why you had to leave.
– Alejo X.
P.S. Many thanks to my father, a detail of one of whose artworks accompanies this poem.
Pain pours from those lines
Your heart thunders in sorrow
Sun will follow rain
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